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Thursday, June 26, 2014

I like Kapil. He gave a new meaning to the comedy on Indian
Television – He MADE IT FUNNY.

I like Honda. They give us reliable cars.

But whatever these two did, when they put their minds
together – I DEFINETLY DID NOT LIKE IT.

Kapil, a small towner, makes me beam with pride every time
an Amitabh Bachan walks in on his show.
You know, it’s people like him which give people like us a ray of hope.
That never mind the jacks and the pulls and the rich powerful genes, HARD WORK
STILL IS THE ULTIMATE KEY TO SUCCESS.

But does that mean that I like how he pulls those mean
oneliners on his wife (Comically masquerading their way through the show as ‘funny
shots’)? I guess not! Every time he tells her to have a good look in
the mirror, or to you know learn from the ‘hot’ women guests a thing or two, or
generally to “just buzz off”. A tiny part of my heart feels the sting – but I
never let myself look into it because I fear being termed ‘uptight’. ‘You are
looking too much into it? It's just a well meaning comey show,' I’d reason with myself and pretend laugh with
friends even though the insensitivity in those one liners may sometimes (I
repeat, sometimes) be gut wrenching.

Let’s just say there is a kid in the family
and he is watching his elders really laugh and enjoy at how Sharma ji converses with his wife… Are you
telling me that, that kid is not going to pick a thing or two from Bittoo
Sharma? Again Kapil is not really at fault per say – Just like Honey Singh – he
is only representing our general mindset as a nation. But just cause it is
general – does it become right?

That sometimes this ‘family show’ crosses all boundaries – (And
yes, this from a Splitsvillan)

How most of the punch-lines of the show are appearance centric?
Here good looking women, are celebrated with unmatched gusto but god forbid,
you are fat and you are dead. And what’s with that exaggerated goatee on Palak?
Am I the only one disgusted?

That women are nothing but talking props on his show, is
another thing. Well, of course not the make belief one’s. I am talking about
the real one’s - be it bua, some padosan or the dear wifey. They are
all nothing but meager means to gratify the purpose of ‘sexual objectivity’,
again in a funny funny manner.

Well, as long as he makes us laugh! We’d bear with just
about anything. Right? We are Indians .. Bearing is our middle name.

But what happens when he loses the comic effect but gets
even more ludicrous than before?